A/N: Hello! Sorry for being so late! Wow, we're already at chapter fifteen huh? This is the longest story that I ever written :D I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed writing it :) Please do let me know what you like and dis-hate about the story. I'm still Improving, and your input will help, a lot :)
Okay! Enjoy the chapter! I'm gonna make me some dinner now :D
Chapter Fourteen
"Jaegerjaquez, no pets in the infirmary." A monotonous voice said disdainfully. You could almost hear the frown in his voice.
"Fuck off tightwad" The espada growled. His was statement backed up by a cat's hiss.
"Listen to tha' uptight fuck Grimmjow." A smooth voice drawled. "This ain't no petting zoo. Whaddaya gonna do with a fucking cat?"
"Ichigo could be allergic." A voice on his side said, clearly unamused with the cat's presence.
"Shut up Bark, it's Ichigo's." The gruff voice shot back. When there was only silence, the voice explained. "It's funny because his name is Stark and his release is a dog."
Silence.
"They're wolves."
"Still fucking lame."
"Better than a cat for a release."
"Yak both got it all wrong. Insects rule."
"Demons from hell burns insects and dogs. And all other animals. I win."
"Enough. You will all be quiet or I will send you all to the laundry room."
"Yes, Aizen-sama." The voices chorused. Even the deepest and the most manliest voice in the group sounded like a guilty child
"Tha' laundry room huh... Wanna go there an' clean Izuru-chan?"
"A-Ah, Okay.. wait, No! I'm not falling for that!"
"You too Gin."
"Hai."
Ichigo felt a soft weight settled on his chest, meowing and pawing his chin softly. Half of the men in the room cooed and 'aww'ed where the other half groaned in mock disgust. The man who was holding Ichigo's hand spat and knocked on a table three time. "Geez, guys. It's just a cat." Ichigo groaned weakly, shielding his eyes from light of the infirmary. Kimon perked up at his voice and pawed at his chin some more.
Ichigo blinked a few times, accustoming his eyes to the light. All that he could see was a series of blurry faces crowding around his bed. Ichigo turned to his left and found Zangetsu laying alongside his bed, the sharp blade securely wrapped in some bandages. He sighed and patted Zangetsu blade, happy to know that the sword is once again safe with him.
On his right was Stark, clasping his gloved hand over Ichigo's possessively. When their eyes met, Stark quickly looked away, guilt evident in his eyes . Ichigo first reaction was to playfully punch the man and asked for the reason for his mopey face, but when he remembered their kiss, Ichigo stopped smiling.
Stark noticed how Ichigo's reaction and sighed sadly. He knew it. He had crossed the line. Now he will never get his pup. Stark disentangled his fingers from Ichigo's and stood up, brushing past the still bickering espada and began to limp away to a door on the end of the room.
"Stark..." Ichigo called, but the man had already closed the door behind him.
"He is awake." Ulquiorra declared, distracting Ichigo from the man.
"Way ta' point out the obvious fuck face." A blurry figure of a tall Nnoitra snapped.
"Stop calling me with such obscene names." Ulquiorra countered calmly. Ichigo shook his head at the display of immaturity and looked away from the tall espada. Unfortunately, his eyes was met with Telsa hungry gaze. The blond waved at him, pointed at Nnoitra, and ran his finger across his throat, showing just how eager he was for his master to kill him.
"Fuck face." Nnoitra laughed, still taunting Ulquiorra.
"Jirugua." Nnoitra stepped closer to the espada and was pushed back by Nnoitra's finger. Ulquiorra reached for his sword.
"Maa... Please don't fight everyone..." Kira stepped between Nnoitra and Ulquiorra, holding his hand up to separate the two espada. Unfortunately for Kira, his attempt to keep the peace merely diverted Nnoitra's anger towards him.
"Shut up! Who asked for your opinion emo boy?" Nnoitra yelled at Izuru. "Why the hell are we allowing prisoners run around free? Doesn't it defeat their status as prisoners?" Nnoitra pointed at Kira and Ukitake, who all gave him an innocent look. Ukitake even have the gall to wave at him.
Aizen smiled calmly and explained."They're not prisoners Nnoitra. They're..." he glanced at the two oblivious shinigami. ".. refugees. Let's just call them that."
Even a confused Ichigo knew that there was something wrong with that logic. "You suck at being an evil overlord." Ichigo said to a blurry figure to his right that he thought was Aizen.
The man smiled and titled Ichigo's chin to the left. "I'm sorry about that." He said, giving him his usual apologetic smile.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and slapped the hand away. "How long have I been out?" he grumbled. His head felt like it's going to explode.
"Only for two hours. Apparently that's also the time needed for idiots to grow." Szayel Apporo answered disdainfully, taking particular care not to touch any of the espada as he approach Ichigo's bed. He grabbed the boy's wrist forcefully and checked on his pulse, nodding here and there like a good little scientist. "It looks like you're stable." Szayel said, fixing his glasses. "Don't die before I can thoroughly analyze you." The arrancar ordered and walked away.
A pair of gigantic breast entered Ichigo's field of vision and distracted him from the pink haired arrancar."Please ignore the boy. He is a genius but he has no manners."
"Uh, Okay. Thanks for, eh, whatever." Ichigo called out to the two retreating figure. The voluptuous blond turned and nodded over her shoulder before walking out the door.
"Alright! Now that's Ichigo's awake, back to bed with you!" Ukitake clapped his hand, shooing Ulquiorra to his bed on the other side of the Infirmary. The number three espada allowed himself to be pulled by the hand, keeping his eyes fixed on the tea smelling man.
After a few steps, Ulquiorra stopped him and stared straight into Ukitake's eyes. "Tuck me in." He demanded. Those words prompted the whole room to turn their heads to the unlikely duo. Everyone held their breath as they waited for Ukitake's response. Ulquiorra rarely ask for favors, but when they are not complied with, the result are usually disastrous.
"Oh? Okay." Ukitake smiled to the shorter man, who stared back at him with his lifeless green eyes. Ulquiorra nodded and offered his hand up to Ukitake to hold. The white haired shinigami gladly took his hand and guided him back to his hand.
"Did you put a spell over him or something?" Ichigo demanded to Aizen, watching as Ukitake puff up Ulquiorra's pillows. Aizen only shrugged. "Then why the hell is Ulqui-"
"Forget that shit. How do you feel?" Grimmjow came close and took Stark place, leaning in close until their forehead touched. "Are you in pain? Can you see me clearly? Do you need water?" Grimmjow said, bombarding Ichigo with a million of question per minute "You smell good." He whispered, leaning a little bit too close to Ichigo's neck.
Ichigo sighed and patted Grimmjow's silky blue hair. He knew that Grimmjow was trying to be a concerned friend, but it's hard to appreciate his efforts when the arrancar keep sniffing his neck. Grimmjow grinned at the touch and rubbed his head against the hand. Kimon pawed at Grimmjow's face and meowed in protest. Why wasn't he being petted?
"You know what? I'm kinda tired. Can you guys let me sleep or something ?" He quickly asked, hugging Zangetsu close to him and making a show of holding his head. "I wanna be alone." He groaned.
"Of course." Aizen quickly said, nodding in understanding. "Just call on Grimmjow when you need anything." He said and walked out unceremoniously. Grimmjow grinned at his new designated task, and promptly began shooing everyone out of the infirmary.
When Ukitake was carted off with the rest of the peanut Gallery, Ulquiorra sat up and furrowed his eyebrows, giving Grimmjow a look that says 'You took my toy. I'm going to fire a Cero at you'. As usual, Grimmjow flashed him the finger and focused on throwing the rest of the arrancars out. Tesla put up a farce fight, shouting something about securing the human for his master. Nnoitra sighed and knocked him out with his elbow. "If ya wanna stay here so bad then stay." He said, walking over and dumping his Fraccion onto a spare bed.
Ichigo and Tousen watched the ruckus in an awkward silence. Ichigo twiddled his thumb and began looking form one corner of the room to the other, waiting for a scathing comment or a lecture from Tousen. After everyone was out of the infirmary Tousen coughed and turned away. "You are well loved." He said.
"What?" Ichigo said, startled that Tousen managed to address him without using a derisive tone.
The man nodded to the direction of the door. "I might be blind, but it sounded like half of the espada was waiting on you." Tousen raised his eyebrow, smiling as Ichigo couldn't help but smiled.
"Oh." He responded weakly, focusing his attention back to his cat. "I dunno about those guys, but the only one who really loves me is this guy." Ichigo tickled his cat, who meowed and pawed at his fingers.
Tousen smiled at the response and reached out to pet the small animal. "Animals only come to those with pure hearts." He said cryptically, smiling as the animal purr and mewled under his touch. With a small nod he left the infirmary, leaving Ichigo with his cat.
"Does that mean he likes me now?" Ichigo asked, nosing the white hollow cat. Kimon meowed and began chewing on Zangetsu handle.
Ukitake stared into his cup of green tea, his eyes hard and unblinking. Behind him Gin had his hand poised over his sword just in case the man tried anything stupid. He didn't have his usual smirk on his face. After all, what man could smile after the conversation that they had. Aizen calmly sat down and sipped his tea, keeping a watchful eye over the man.
"Please try the tea. It's a wonderful blend that Ulquiorra had purchased in the real world." Aizen offered calmly.
"Do you expect me to believe that?" Ukitake said harshly, glaring at the brunette with intense hatred in his eyes.
Aizen sat back, stunned at the harsh tone coming from Ukitake's lips. "Well, you can ask Ulquiorra yourself. I'm sure he will say the same thing."
"I meant about Hisagi." Ukitake said, his fist clenching into a tight ball. "I know His Majesty has some unusual taste, but executing an innocent man?" he shook his head. "This is heresy!" he shouted, knocking his cup of tea over.
Aizen frowned. He knew that the man would have a hard time accepting the truth, but he never knew that Ukitake would react so badly to the news. Aizen sighed and rubbed his temple. It pained him to see the figure of Gotei so shaken up like this. Ukitake had always looked so composed, so well put together. Now he looked like a man who had his whole belief system turned upside down.
"Ukitake-san," Gin called. "Please understand. Why do you think we left Soul Society? Why would Aizen-taichou risk so much where he could've easily stayed a captain?" he reach out and put his hand onto Ukitake's shoulder. "I left someone very dear to me to follow Aizen-taichou. I wouldn't do it without a good reason."
Ukitake shrugged the hand away. "Lies." He shot. "How dare you use His Majesty as a reason for your war." Ukitake growled.
"They're not lying Ukitake-taichou." A weak voice croaked from the hallway
Ukitake slowly turned his head, afraid to meet the man behind the voice.
"Hisagi, you're-"
"Yes. Me" Hisagi said, smiling slowly. "It's good to see you Taichou."
Hisagi leaned heavily against his former captain. His feet, his hands, his shoulders, his back, every single body part that the shinigami has was covered in bandages. On his face, the cuts and bruises were so numerous that Ukitake couldn't see the tan colour of his skin. Ukitake quickly rushed to his side, gently touching his shoulders and titled his head up. "Look what they've done to you..." He whispered. Ukitake turned angrily to Aizen, his Zanpakuto drawn, ready to strike.
"Not Aizen," Hisagi croaked, grabbing Ukitake with his broken fingers and groaned in pain. Ukitake dropped his sword and held Hisagi, completely forgetting about Aizen altogether.
"It's alright Hisagi. I'm going to bring you back to Seireitei and Unhand is going to make you feel better, okay?" he said, pulling the young shinigami's hand slowly.
Hisagi coughed and shook his head. "No, Captain please." Hisagi pleaded. Ukitake ignored and continued rambling on how he is safe, and how Aizen is not going to hurt him now. Hisagi sighed shook his head. The man is in denial. He looked to Aizen and the man nodded, giving him the signal. "Captain," Hisagi called to Ukitake and pulled the bandages on his right arm down. "Look."
On his arm was a scar in the image of a phoenix, burned into the arm by a branding iron. It is surrounded by thirteen glittering orbs that glowed an angry red in unison with Hisagi's breath. "The royal seal." Ukitake gasped and touched the scar, grimacing on how hot the brand still feels. "Nobody can use the royal seal but-"
"The King." Aizen said and walked over to him. "Now, do you believe me Ukitake Taichou?"
Ukitake slowly turned his head to Aizen. He didn't speak, he didn't nod, but the fear in his eyes answered his question perfectly. "I'm sorry Ukitake-Taichou." Aizen said sadly, putting his hand comfortingly onto Ukitake's shoulder. Gin sheathed his sword and finally relaxed into his seat. Finally, someone else knows the truth. Gin watched Ukitake silently, and deep inside his heart he knew that the man would never be the same again.
"Ukitake-taichou, there's something else." Hisagi limped to him and held onto his arm. "Junsui, he-"
"Oi, Aizen. I'm heard you-"
Ichigo stopped on the doorway and stared stunned at the figure of a deformed man. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were alone." Said turning away from the group. On the corner of his eye he caught the tears running down Ukitake's face. Furious, he lingered and realized that the man in bandages was in fact Hisagi. And he was hurt bad.
Without a second thought, Ichigo stromed and threw his Zanpakto at Aizen. The man calmly tilted his head and avoided the deadly blade from slicing his head into two. "Ichigo..." Aizen started to explain, but Ichigo connected his fist to Aizen's face.
"You promised to leave my friends alone." Ichigo growled, his hair raising from the flood of his reiatsu. Tousen pulled him back before he could do anymore damage.
"I did." Aizen said, rubbing his aching cheek.
"Liar!" Ichigo pulled against Tousen. "Why is Hisagi all fucked up?"
"Ichigo, it's not them." Hisagi sighed, tired of explaining already.
"What?"
"It's complicated." Gin offered. Ichigo growled and pulled himself out of Tousen's grasp.
"Ukitake?" Ichigo turned to the older man. "Is this true?"
Ukitake turned to Ichigo, his brilliant green eyes now filled with fear.. "Junsui... Junsui is dead."
Ulquiorra tapped his fingers impatient on the food cart. After three days of resting in that god awful place people called the 'infirmary', he was finally going to see the tea smelling man again. When the man didn't come to visit him on his second day in the infirmary, Ulquiorra thought that Aizen had the man killed along with that pesky little fukutaichou. When that thought entered his mind, his stomach dropped and suddenly he felt hollow inside, and not in a good way. As he held onto his abdomen tightly, Ulquiorra thought of the tea man and groaned as he realized how the man now smelled like dead carcasses. He hated the smell of dead carcasses.
His fears turned into relief when Aizen came in and charge him with the duty of looking after the 'guest'. Ulquiorra was happy that the man didn't die, and he was even more happier when he realized that he would be seeing the tea man on a regular basis. He was so excited that he managed to misbuttoned his shirt. The thing is Ulquiorra Cifer don't get excited. He's a pale faced, cold hearted, son of a bitch that would happily drown a kitten if Aizen asked him to. This man however, managed to get him to fidget in anticipation.
Ulquiorra knocked on the door and waited. After an eternity later, the door was still closed. Ulquiorra frowned. Ichimaru said that it's impolite to barge in unannounced, and he so wanted to make a good impression on the man. But after a full minute of knocking, Ulquiorra decided to bypass Ichimaru's advice and go in anyway.
He found the white haired man staring out of a window. He had a large black kimono draped over his normal robes, the dark fabric contrasting beautifully with his white hair and fair complexion. Ulquiorra coughed and knocked on the door again, hoping to get the man's attention.
"Ah, it's you. Are you well now?" Ukitake smiled generously. There was something off about that smile.
Ulquiorra shook the thought away and carried the plate to him. "Yes. Dinner." He said awkwardly, putting the plate on the table beside him.
Ukitake eyed the food and pushed it away gently. "Thank you," Ukitake smiled. "but I'm still grieving, so I won't be receiving any food tonight."
The arrancar frowned. Why do humans always refuse the food that he brought for them? He looked up to say that very thought to the shinigami, but when he saw the sad green eyes, Ulquiorra stomach dropped in a not-so-good way again. Ulquiorra coughed again and opted for a different question. "Grieving..? What is that?" he asked, staring intently at the man.
"Grief?" Ukitake said, surprised at the question. "It's when we feel sorrow after we had just lost someone." He answered those large waiting eyes.
"Oh." Ulquiorra nodded and looked away. "Are you sorrowful because you've just lost someone?" the arrancar asked, his own dead green eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Yes." Ukitake said sadly, looking away to hide his glassy eyes from the younger man.
Ulquiorra looked at the plate on the table. "I don't understand. When you're grieving you don't feel hunger?"
Ukitake laughed, caught completely off guard by the question. "Haha... No, it's-" he wiped the tears from eyes. "I'm still hungry..."
Ulquiorra tilted his head. "Then why aren't you eating? Is your sorrow stopping your jaw from moving?"
Ukitake stunned by the question, laughing from the simplicity of it. "No... My jaw is perfectly fine."
Ulquiorra crossed his hand. "Then you should eat."
Ukitake continued laughing, tears still streaking down his face. "I guess you're right." He took the plate from Ulquiorra's hand and took a spoon full of rice. "Idatakimasu."
Ulquiorra watched as the man chewed, tilting his head in confusion.
"I'm confused. You're eating and you're crying at the same time. Why?"
"No, it's just.." Ukitake drew a sharp breath and answered shakily. "I just never realized how delicious food is."
Ulquiorra stared, stunned at the man's word. "You lie. You're eating Nnoitra Jiruga's cooking. His cooking is horrible." When he saw the tears on Ukitake's cheek he nodded in understanding. "I see. You're crying because his food is horrible."
"No! The food is fine." Ukitake laughed again, trying to wipe the tears away from his eyes discretely. "What's your name?" he said, changing the subject.
"Ulquiorra Cifer. And you?"
"Ukitake Jushiro." Ukitake smiled and offered out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Ulquiorra-kun."
Ulquiorra took the hand and shook it awkwardly. "Ah. Are you now... happy?" he said, staring at the smile on Ukitake's lips.
"No, I'm still sad."
"Oh." Ulquiorra sat down on opposite chair. "Can do anything about it?"
Ukitake smiled sadly. "No, I'm afraid not."
"Oh. Okay." Ulquiorra said, lowering his eyes. "Can I sit here and watch you eat?"
"Uh," Ukitake said, taken aback at the request. "Let us talk instead. The rice was far too soft anyway."
"That's not rice. That's-"
"-Hollow larvae steamed in wine."
Hisagi spat out the 'rice' onto the floor, coughing it all up.
"HA! It's rice dumbass!" Nnoitra and Ichigo slapped their knees and laughed like maniacs, pointing and laughing at the pissed off shinigami.
Ichigo, who apparently felt better, decided to help make rounds around the infirmary. For three days he had been going around the infirmary pouring drinks and folding bed sheets for the random arrancar that came in everyday. Despite his cheery attitude and returning health, he found that he cannot bring himself to knock on Stark's door. He ended up being dragged to Hisagi's bed by a mischievous looking Nnoitra. When the espada whimpered his plan to him, he stopped struggling and eagerly brought the plate to Hisagi.
Tousen who was writing on a chart frowned at the guffawing men and slapped their heads with the clipboard. "Please stop harassing the patient." He said. Ichigo kept on laughing, ignoring the venomous glare from the two pair. Apparently Nnoitra and Ichigo has found a common ground to stand on; they both like being assholes.
"Seriously... I've been tortured and maimed, and this is the service I get?" Hisagi said, throwing his wet napkin to Ichigo. Ichigo yelped and smacked it aside to Nnoitra.
"Oh boo-ho. Shut up and eat your rice." Nnoitra said, throwing the napkin back to Hisagi. "Yak betta say 'I love it Nnoitra-sama', or else."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Ignore him Hisagi, He already has a fraccion to stroke his ego." Ichigo snickered. "Among other things."
"What yer' saying brat? Yer calling me a' faggot?" Nnoitra stood up towering over the boy.
"Yeah, what if I am you pedophilic fuck?" Ichigo pushed against Zangetsu and swaggered up against the tall man. It doesn't help his case when he only reach up to Nnoitra's chest, but he pushed his chest against him anyway. He looked like a tiny terrier barking up against some incredibly long and skinny dog. He couldn't help it. Being confined in a room pushed his testosterone level to the roof.
"Ooohh, Kitty got claws... Think you can handle me?" The espada drawled and flicked his fingers up against Ichigo's forehead, trying to agitate the boy.
Ichigo growled and pushed the espada. "Yeah! Lets fucking go!" He growled and strode out the infirmary, his oversized Zanpakuto covering his lithe figure.
"Yeah! Finally!" Nnoitra pumped his fist and jogged out of the infirmary. "Eat your rice tattoo." He called out to Hisagi, who stared at his bowl of rice distrustfully.
"Idiots." Tousen simply said to the two. "Here, eat this instead." He switched Hisagi bowl with a tray of traditional Japanese meal of fish, vegetables, and miso soup. The fukutaichou sighed in relief and said his costmary 'Idatakimasu'.
"When did Ichigo became so chummy with the enemy?" Hisagi said, grimacing as he moved his ribs to reach for his chopsticks.
Tousen frowned and put down his chart."After all that you went through, are you sure that we're still the enemy?" Tousen asked, sitting down next to him.
Hisagi stared silently at the bowl in his hand. His wrist is bruised from the being hanged from the calling. On the condessed glass before him he could see his reflection. His lips looked mangled, there were strips of whip marks on his cheek, and one of his eyes is swollen shut. He looked like shit.
"Look what they did to you." Tousen lifted his chin gently. "I'm gonna kill them all." He growled and clenched his fist, looking away from his fukutaichou to hide his anger.
Hisagi stared at his former captain in shock. He never knew that his captain would feel so strongly for him. "But you're blind." Hisagi smiled, his walls finally crumbling. "You can't really see my face."
Tousen looked up and smiled. "I guess I can't." He said. The two chuckle and sat in silence, cherishing on their renewed bond as Taichou and Fukutaichou.
"Ne, ne, Taichou, you wouldn't believe what the ninth division said the other say."
Tousen smirked, happy that Hisagi had begun calling him 'Taichou' again. "Are they still doing the justice yell?" He asked hopefully. "Those were quite embarrassing."
Hisagi laughed. "No. Well, they were calling for justice alright..."
On the adjoining infirmary, Stark sat on his bed and stared pensively at a glass of water. It has been three days and he haven't spoke to Ichigo yet. "Ichigo..." He said to himself, drawing a finger in the water droplets.
Lilynette sat next to him, staring at the fifth apple on her hand like it was mocking her. "Gah! I can't do it! You do it!" She threw the apple at Stark, who sighed and let it hit his head. The apple bounced off his head and rolled under a cupboard. The green haired girl stared at rolling apple and smacked her espada with a tray.
"Don't think that because you're sick you can go around and start wasting food!" She said screamed in his ear. Stark nodded and sighed again, this time, he threw his sad gaze out the window.
Lilynette frowned and climb onto his bed. "Stark? What's wrong? Are you still hurting?" She asked, genuinely concerned for her other half. When he shook his head, she took his face and held it with the palm of her hand. "Why are you depressed then?" she asked, frowning.
Stark took her hand and laid it back onto her lap. "I'm fine." He said. "It's just... I messed thing up with someone that could be ours..." Stark confessed, looking up at Lilynette guiltily.
"Ehhh? That is?" Lilynette made a face and laughed. "You had a crush and you messed it up? Stark! I thought you were dying or something!" Lilynette said, waving it off nonchalantly.
"You don't understand." Stark shook her shoulder. "Ours."
Lilynette ears perked up and leaned in close. "Ours... like together ours?" She asked with a low voice, her eyes as big as saucers.
"Yeah."
"Like, us before Aizen?"
"Yeah."
They both stared at each other, Stark guiltily and Lilynette with her mouth open in disbelief. "THEN FIX IT IDIOT!" She took a nearby tray and began to smack him repeatedly with it. "YOU BETTER GO AND FIX IT OR I'LL TAKE HIM FOR MYSELF!"
The notion of Ichigo belonging to someone else snapped Stark out of his lethargic aura. "No." He said, grabbing his fraccion's wrist, his eyes dead serious. The air around seemed to drain, and Stark's blue reiatsu began to fluctuate.
Lilynette smirked and pulled her hand away. "If he's that important then I guess we better get him huh?" she gave him another whack for good measure and jumped off his bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Getting more fruits!" She called out. "Strawberries, that is." Lilynette snickered under her breath and skipped out of the infirmary.
"Come at me you little orange turd!" Nnoitra shouted and laughed as the zanpakuto slashed the air beside him. "Show me yer wittle Bankai trick." He snickered.
Ichigo jumped back, narrowly avoiding the sharp blade. When the blade rushed past him for the second time, Ichigo felt the killer intent radiating from Nnoitra. The man was not playing around. "I thought we were sparring!" He screamed, rolling back to dodge an attack from the freakishly tall espada.
"Idiot. Who the fuck spar with a real sword?" Nnoitra laughed and kicked Ichigo on the chest, sending him down coughing onto the sand.
"Dimmit! I thought we were cool!" Ichigo rolled to his side and spat, his sword laying a few feet away from him.
Nnoitra rolled his eyes and slung his weapon over his shoulder. "Relax. It's not like I'm gonna kill ya." He said, offering his hand out to him.
Ichigo wiped his mouth and smirked. Suddenly Ichigo shoot up from the ground and connected his fist with Nnoitra's neck, dancing away the man as he coughed and sputtered on his knees. "Oh relax," Ichigo grinned and twirled Zangetsu through the air. "It's not like I hit your balls or anything." Ichigo mimicked his previous condescending tone.
Nnoitra, however, was not amused. He straighten up and gave Ichigo a vicious smile. "Yak gon' get it now, pet."
Ichigo readied his sword out, bending his knee to prepare for an attack. "Like you can hold up against me." The orange haired boy held his sword straight in front of him, his reiatsu shrouding him like an angry fire. "Bankai!"
Before he could even lift his zanpakuto up a large wave of golden reiatsu knocked him over to his feet. "Looks like you're having fun eh?" A familiar growl called from behind him. "Mind if I join ya?" when he heard the twinkling bell, Ichigo could feel the blood drain from his face.
"Oh shit."
A/N: hehe I hope it was alright. Please review :) Reviews makes me happy :)